Come my little jester, come and bemuse me.
Come and eliminate the memories of my hurts in totality,
Even if just for a moment.
Avail me of your humor, for my heart needs to be elated.
I cannot fathom what I'd do without you.
The laughter that you stir within me
Does encircle my pain and transport it as a barge out into the sea
Of forgetfulness.
Healing is your essence.
And right now,
I need to be healed.
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This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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